San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-07-11

Go out aud take q walk. IL will brighten
you up" She spoke cheerfuily. More TO
crafty her than himself, he put on his hat,
and kissing her warmly, said:
You're always right, Nauce-and as true
as true can be-"
lie strobe out down the crazy steps, and
leaving Tir's Row behind him, walked up
the long street that serves as the great artery
for all that portion of Pttsburg termed the
South Side. Up Carton street. lined on
either side with glass factories and iron
mills, Milton Dcane walked; he looked
neither 10 the right nor left. The rust-cOl-
Ored roofs Of the mills and black stacks, the
dingy, squalid looking tenements, were
things he wanted TO shut out His greatest
desire was 10 get away from them as far as
possible. Turning up the road that circles
Mount Washington, he tOiled slowly up to
the crest Of the great hill overlooking the
heart Of the city.
His wife was right 1t was good TO get
out of TirI's ROw-up where he could see
the beauties of the world. But even there,
he did not catch glimpse of the wonderful
experiences and fortunes that were about TO
arise from his crucible, as l shall now mar
rate.
The Allegheny stretched far as the eye
could reach 10 tn north. Far beyond II lay
hills on hills; they faded away into purple,
and then the purple INTO the haze that OBJ
scured the horizon. The MOnongahela
stretched eastward; between the rivers lay
the heart of Pittsburg, cleft by a hill which
the sun sIanting rays then shone full upon,
causing thousands of windows TO glow as
though Illuminated from within. The hill
itself looked clean and bright; the smoke of
thousands of workshops was blown up the
valleys. The fine threads that indicated the
bridges over the rivers were added to the
novelty of the picture; they seemed links
binding the beautiful city of Allegheny,
with its parks and its background of green
hills, to the great hive of workshops between
the rivers. To the west, vast expanse of
water, hills and valleys-iSlandS lost In the
soft purple haze that fOretells the approach
of night Nearer at hand, just below him,
in fact, Trl's factory and the mills beside it
belched forth volumes of smoke. He him
self stood on the top of heights that rose
serenely, grandly, far above the clouds of
smoke that blew up the valley. The eye, in
a single sweep. caught sight Of silver-like
ribbons winding through these beautiful val
OhiO-of innumeTable craft near at hand, of
great busting city, Of titled fields, fringed
with patches of forest farming, as pretty
picture as the eye could rest upon.
When he descended, the evening was far
advanced, but Milton Deane's hopes were
renewed. lie felt that his hold on life was
stronger than when he tOiled slowly up the
hill. His eyes were lit with fresh resolve
as he removed his hat and caught up his
babe.
That's grand view over our heads
Nance; and to think we must live here like
we'll like a turtle in barrel"
well, well,' said Mrs. Deane, maybe
we will be able to get out of the barrel some
day, or to roll it away for that matter"
The glaSS-blOwer turned to his corner, and
began 10 tumble over the lead and copper
and iron filings. He picked up the tiny
piece of gold and looked at it speculatively.
1t was highly priced, although, thus far,
gold had proved his poorest investment. He
could do nothing with it, Yet somehow, he
fancied, spite of the books, that he or some
one else would one day produce wonderful
color with a little gold.
Next he picked up the bit of copper. He
had used copper in every way lie could con-
ceive. Now he fanced he had thought of
still another way. lie could lose nothing
by trying, at least. If he could hit on the
dull, low red, So often used in lamps OF a
certain kind, much in demand on railways,
That would be something to start on He
clipped piece of the copper of, and plac-
ing it in his small crucblc, lit the lamp, and
set the crucible over it. He was preparing a
small "mX' for the largest cTucible, when
his wife spoke Ia him.
Twill it take you long, Milton? 1t is
nearly eleven now; why, see, it is a quarter
past How will you ever get up tomorrow?
Come to bed now, and leave that for tO-mOr-
row night"
mo fear; you'd best go to bed. I'll man.
age to be up in time Pve just thought of
an idea; it won't take very long"
The weary wife went To bed, leaving the
philosopher alone. In few minutes she
was sound asleep. Meanwhile Milton Deane
melted his glass mix" contemplating the
spoonful of molten copper with an distracted
gaze, revolving in his mind the means to be
employed to insure the result desired.
Suddenly he resolved upon the action he
would pursue. Selling the small crucible
carefully with his tOmgs, he poured a few
Then he stirred the large crucible quickly,
and picking up a small blOwpipe, thrust it
into the melt" and blew a small globe.
This he proceeded at once to flatten. Inside
of ten seconds the globe had a good square
bottom and four nearly equal fiat sides. The
glasS-blOwer now held the square bottle up
between him and the light As he looked
his cOuntenance fell The result was dis
Al
there was no color to mention. He held in
his hand piece Of dirty glass. He broke
the bottle, took up the pieces, looked at them
attentivcly, sighed, shook his head, and
threw them down.
As they fell on the table, he placed his
chin in his left palm, and pOndered. Then
he looked i'm the small crucibe. The copper
left in it was solid. There was scum on
the surface. He resolved to try again before
retiring. Once more the spirit lamp was
placed under the little crucibIe, and another
"mx' was carefully placed in the larger
crucibe, after the glass remaining in it was
removed.
The glass-blOwcr meanwhile sat modify
at his table. His manner now was almost
Indifferent; his actiOns-all his movements
were perfunctory. Mechanical method,
rather than the spirit of the inventor, ruled.
The hand of the clock on the mantel
pointed past twelve when Milton Deane es-
sayed a second trial. Either his indifference,
or perhaps 1t was his WEAKNESS, caused a
mishap The hand that gTasped the tOngs
was unsteady. When lie lifted the small
crucible containing the copper TO pour it
into the larger crucble, the cTucble sudden
ly fell upon the uncarpeted floor.
The noise woke Mrs. Deane, who cried out
in her fright.